The miles passed under the tires. As if it were following us, the full moon lit up the road until it shimmered through the tree tops, making its way towards the opposite horizon.

On that crisp and clear December night my thoughts were of one baby, the birth of the One that so many would soon be celebrating.

The star seemed to hang so brightly, so close to the moon. Imagine the baby in the manger, more than 2,000 years ago. At least one star shown so bright that it proclaimed the birth of The Savior.

The birth of a baby named Jesus, born to the virgin, Mary.

The sky so vast, so huge, leaves one person filled with wonder, reminding me that even before His birth his presence was spectacular.

Mary, pregnant with the child, visited her relative, Elizabeth – whom was also with child (John, The Baptist).

When Mary entered the house, she called out a greeting. At the sound of Mary’s voice, Elizabeth’s unborn baby leaped within her, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.

Elizabeth gave a glad cry and said to Mary, “God has blessed you above all women and your child is blessed. Why am I so honored, that the mother of my Lord should visit me? When I heard your greeting, the baby within me jumped for joy. You are blessed because you believed that the Lord would do what he said.”

Oh, how I would have loved to have been a tiny mouse that day, to have witnessed the glorious moment that transpired.

For now, I will look at the sky, in awe, in thankfulness for the child that eventually gave His life so we may live.

I, too, believe The Lord will do “what he said.”